Making them. There's something oddly soothing about making pie or cookies or bread or cake or cupcakes that frying some steak and broccoli can't quite compete with. I don't really miss eating them, it's just making them. And somehow the low-carb pie or cake recipes just aren't the same. I think there's a Sunday afternoon laziness about rolling out a sheet of dough or dusting the counter with flour.
Does anyone else have that with a food they don't necessarily like to eat, but love to make? And before you ask, I don't really have anyone I can easily give baked goods to without eating them myself, sadly.